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Behind pines dark as night
there lies a lake deep in wonder
where the water sways in moonlight
creating wolfish phantoms yonder.

In a forest of dreams asphodels grow
orchids blossom, lilies flourish
Near the water they all grow,
like Ambrosia, they nourish.

You voodoo child of mine,
become the pantomime.
Your mimicry so divine,
remind me of the fleeting time.





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